User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-3135907-20110802200115

Captain Raznare's plans are in the works. Rallago and four others have gone off on their various duties, and Balivan the ferret and Ragimar the fox are on their duties of mobilizing the crew. "A'right, Ragimar," Raznare addresses the fox. "Ye take twoscore, mostly archers an' slingers, an' Balivan the same. Go on ahead of this encampment and follow Rallago, who'll be within fifty spearslength ahead o' yar. Remember..."
 * An hour or so later, at about midnight, Rallago and his force of six helpers head off toward the groves, the troops following at the specified distance. When they are about a half mile away from the edge of the trees, they get down and crawls so as to avoid detection. When they are within a dozen yards, they suddenly stand up and quickly put fire to their weapons- Fire swingers. They let the swingers loose into the groves, light another batch, then another. About 40 flaming pitch and pine bark missiles have struck the pines and so they back off about ten feet. The crew of archers, numbering 40 beasts or so, let loose volley after volley of flaming arrows into the groves, then the slingers step forward and begin firing stones at any crows that attempt escape. Several, of course, can escape out the other side of the groves, head across that expanse of sand and dust until they reach the edge of the true woods, thus saving themselves from fiery death.